Theyll go, they aint out to win no meddles. There bound to get their wounded and dead and head off. said Tweedy.
You say that, but what if they go get more? What if-
Now Miss, If you say What if one more time, I swear- Jacob was raising his voice, holding his wounded arm.
Luke stood up, Now, you wouldnt be threatening a woman round me, cause you know I dont take to kindly to it. And you know what happens to people I dont take kindly too. he walked to the window to look out, he didnt seem like he was threatening his friend.
A howl could be heard in the distance, and the only person to seem to notice it was Miss McKellen. She was scared out of her wits, and not only that, she felt alone. She had been on the stage headn to san Francesco, and her once peaceful and innocent life had been interrupted. Susan now wished she was back home, in the east, still with her father. Now she was in the middle of a gun fight with Indians. She sat there thinking, looking down at her blood covered hands.
Everything had quieted down, the dog was laying next to the fire, and most everyone had bunked down for the night. Susan sat there still, now by the window, sitting in a old splintered chair. Her thoughts of sadness, thinking of the honest man who lost his life today, and thinking of the wounded men that lay there sleeping. Her eyes traveled to Luke, his hat was over his eyes, his chest moving up and down with calm breathes. She had just met him, and he had saved her life today. And he wouldnt even accept a thank you.
Footsteps broke her thoughts, she looked up to see the mysterious girl, the one that had appeared when ever bullets were flying. She had never found her name, she only knew stories. Susan looked at the approaching figure, the girl. She was wearing pants and a lose blue shirt, with a black vest, she had a black hat in her hand. This girl had her blue jeans tucked in her boots and in those boots she wore two knives, and on her hips she hand one knife in her belt, and two pistols.
The approaching girl sat down in the chair next to Susan. Susan had never seen anyone like her, she sat like a man! She wore mens clothes! This was the girl you would hear about in stories. No woman from the east would even think of going out dressed like that.
Susan was smiling, though this girl was unladylike, she felt a little bit happier knowing there was another girl, Good evening Thank you by the way You saved us today, if they would have come here with fire, this whole cabin would have been set ablaze. Thank you,
Stop with this Thank ya stuff, I aint here for the glory. You people were needs a extra gun, and I had it. Names Sam by the way
Im Susan from Virginia where are you from? She was so currise about this girl.
Sam looked up, confused by the random question, Im from south of here
The cowgirl shifted in her seat and pulled a bottle from her pocket, it was more like a flask. In the low light Susan couldnt tell. But Susan could imagine what the pair of them looked like, Susan sitting up straight with her hair tied up, and Sam sitting there, legs spread, sitting back in her chair, hair wild as a mustang.
You aint much use in a fight, dont even know how to load yer own gun Im sure Lukell teach yah though some reason he seems to take a liken to you, dont know why, yer juts a tender foot. Sam sat up a bit and lit up a cigarette. You aint no use to us, you cant handle this here west. Next town you hit, you should head home to your paved streets with lights.